The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 831 The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation! The Great Liquidation! A Substitution!

The Dragon Ancestor was filled with grief and indignation.

When Juntian successfully stole the chicken, unsealed the Heavenly Dao, and stood tall in the world at its peak, locking in the general trend with the Jade Disc of Creation... at that moment, Canglong knew that everything was settled.

He knocked down Mount Buzhou, shattered the order of heaven and earth, and triggered an immeasurable calamity... He's going to take the blame for this!

In terms of authority, in terms of strength, and in everything else, how could the weak possibly defeat the strong?

It no longer exists!

Hongjun was too ruthless and too extreme in his actions; if you followed his path, you would leave him with nowhere to go.

However, this was originally a struggle for power among the ancients, where the victor would be supreme and the loser would fall into the abyss.

Hongjun didn't take it to heart.

He left behind only a frail silhouette and a few ethereal words, spoken indifferently, "The wailing of a defeated dog... who cares?"

"Just admit defeat and work hard... who knows, you might have a chance to win in the next era."

"Hmm...that might not be easy."

"After all, you owe humanity so much, and the human and dragon races have been so fickle... tsk tsk, this will likely cause trouble later!"

"For the next few decades, I'll probably have to work to pay off my debts!"

"That fool in the human realm, although not very smart, is surprisingly stubborn... Even Taihao has a headache with him. He truly won't turn back until he hits a brick wall."

The Dao Ancestor, laughing and talking, departed with a carefree air, leaving behind only the Dragon Ancestor, powerless and fallen in this world, who was buried with all things as they returned to nothingness. He then faced the bloody Dragon Life with a bitter smile.

"If you're not as skilled, you deserve to die..."

The Dragon Ancestor coughed up blood, looking very weak. "I've lost this round."

There's no excuse for losing.

"But Hongjun, do you really think you're the winner?"

"Come and be buried with me!"

He touched the gruesome wound on his head, the result of being forced to slam his head against Mount Buzhou. The terrifying backlash had severely damaged his origin, shattered his Dao fruit, and gradually extinguished his life force.

However, in the instant of the collision, he was suddenly inspired and touched by something that transcended time, space, and cause and effect, striking his heart directly—a flash of inspiration that went beyond the original trajectory of fate.

It's as if this act of crashing into a mountain is a secret key to unlocking some hidden switch, a key to a treasure left behind by an extraordinary being!

Or perhaps, a terrifying outsider, through the special origin of Buzhou Mountain, directly involved the great cause and effect of Pangu, thereby transcending the original rules set by humanity and outside the bounds of constraint, "cheated" in this way, transmitting information and guiding him on how to act.

Whether it's the former or the latter... it reveals the most secretive and terrifying information.

The Dragon Ancestor's eyes were blurred with blood, and his will was hazy, yet he stubbornly remained alive. Even though heaven and earth were like a furnace, refining everything and burying all, only the result of the battle was gradually etched into the main text of history.

He endured the torment, waiting until Hongjun was gone. Only then did he use his bloodied and mangled hands to dig through the broken rocks of Buzhou Mountain, following his instinctive instincts to search for that guidance.

Ultimately, he touched something that contained the most powerful killing intent of this era and this world!

It was incredibly heavy.

Because it is the culmination of all the blood and tears in the entire history of the Lich King!

In this era, all death and all sacrifice are offerings to it!

The common people offered their blood and bones, and countless tragic songs were played. In the end, it all turned into a tragic humanitarian killing intent, which settled into countless sorrows and resentments!

Because of sorrow and resentment, the most terrifying... Great reckoning ensued!

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded!

It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet!

now……

The time has come!

This chilling killing intent made even the Dragon Ancestor, who had once ruled over half of the prehistoric world, feel a chill run down his spine.

This is the humanitarian anger that has been suppressed and accumulated for countless years, until it can no longer be tolerated, and it is the ultimate revenge!

Even a feud spanning ten generations can be avenged!

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation Diagram!"

At this moment, as if in a final burst of energy, the Dragon Ancestor's spirit rallied, his lifeless eyes shining with an all-seeing wisdom. "I never imagined that this supreme treasure would also be involved in the power struggles of this era!"

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind... But does the oriole win? There's still the hunter!"

"With the sorrow and resentment of the common people weighed down, to whom is this sword formation prepared to strike?!"

"When gods clash and witches wage bloody war, the common people pay the price for the gods' slaughter."

"One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand!"

"Afterwards, the fallen gods can easily return, while the living beings who have long since passed away are forever buried in the dust of time."

"Without Nuwa's reformation of reincarnation, their deaths would have been utterly meaningless; at best, they would have been mere stepping stones for the victors to realize their ideals."

"What a sin and atrocity this is!"

"It will eventually unleash the most ferocious killing intent, a sword that can slay all the gods!"

"The Great Revenge!"

"The Great Liquidation!"

"We deserve our fate; we should receive this sword!"

The Dragon Ancestor's blood continued to spill, and he felt his life being greedily sucked away by the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation Diagram... This time it was truly a "blood sacrifice"!

However, the Azure Dragon didn't care about this at all.

He even went so far as to actively bleed himself out, offering up his own essence and spirit in a final sacrifice!

"My words have come true; there are no winners in this era."

The Dragon Ancestor laughed, his laughter growing more and more tragic. "Perhaps I now know why humanity has appeared, cleaving open the annals of time so that we may fight to the death."

"Perhaps, there are reasons for a definitive conclusion and a fair fight."

"But there are other factors... In every timeline, there is a sacrifice. Whether you are the winner or the loser, as long as you are injured or bleed, you become a sacrifice."

"In the end, the victor will certainly transcend and ascend, but the loser... also contributed to this formation, offering up everything they had!"

"Every battlefield should have the same Mount Buzhou."

Zulong was cunning, but he couldn't outmaneuver Hongjun, and was completely outmaneuvered.

But his talent and wisdom were also remarkable; he almost immediately discerned a deeply hidden scheme.

"The sword is Zhuxian, the scabbard is Buzhou; time forges the sword's spine, and the common people sharpen its edge."

"The more devastating the gods' slaughter of all living beings, the more terrifying the final eruption of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation will be..."

"If one day even Mount Buzhou is shattered and knocked down... such a serious situation would show that some people have completely lost their minds."

"It's devastating!"

"Something even Rahu couldn't accomplish!"

"Even if times have changed, and the world is destroyed, it still symbolizes ultimate annihilation, enough to become the most abundant resource for the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

"At that time, this sword formation should be unleashed to quell the turmoil in the world!"

"Ha...haha..." The Dragon Ancestor laughed mockingly, "The killing formation that represented destruction ultimately became the main force for saving the world, attempting to turn the tide!"

"How ridiculous!"

"How utterly absurd!"

"Whoever jumps the most enthusiastically will have to face the bitter consequences of their own actions."

"The madman who destroyed the world will ultimately be cleaved in two by the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!"

"Hongjun, you won't have the last laugh!"

The First Emperor laughed wildly, his laughter growing louder and louder, yet also increasingly empty.

Because this battlefield has come to a close.

His figure, too, became ethereal and illusory amidst the vastness of heaven and earth.

But the Dragon Ancestor didn't care at all.

"You schemed and plotted, using me as a weapon to shatter Buzhou Mountain... You even used the authority of the Heavenly Dao to lock down this trend."

"But can you imagine that such a surprise awaits you?"

"Too clever by half, he ruined his own life!"

"This is a classic case of 'lifting a stone only to drop it on one's own foot'!"

"After the scabbard is shattered, what awaits you... is the most ferocious killing sword!"

"Thus, even if I perish... I have no regrets."

Zu Long murmured, then suddenly became fierce, smashing his own body to pieces, splashing his hot blood onto the array diagram.

"Clang!"

The complete sacrifice of a near-Pangu being, instead of sneaking in and getting help like elsewhere, has a terrifying effect.

Instantly, the array roared, and from the four corners of heaven and earth, throughout history, sword cries resounded, containing boundless terror.

Those were the vibrations of four killing swords, a lazy, satisfied groan.

As the Dragon Ancestor listened to his own tragic finale, he looked at the four killing swords, but all he saw was an endless expanse of blood... Their imposing and fierce aura was engraved with the tragic ups and downs of human life, and they conceived the most ruthless killing intent of humanity, sweeping across the collapsing and ruined battlefield.

Wherever their sharp edge passes, nothing can be preserved; all things wither and collapse.

Everything returned to chaos!

Do not!

More than just chaos!

Even chaos could no longer contain their forms!

Ultimately, it's all utter nothingness!

The desolate battlefield concludes in the main text of history.

Yet, it also possesses a unique charm, etched into the sword formation and engraved on the killing sword.

At this moment, the First Emperor had another sudden realization.

"So, besides the blood sacrifices for victory and defeat in our struggles, even the destruction of the battlefield is a form of waste utilization, like recycling?"

"A prelude to the destruction of heaven and earth, with the sharpest edge of brilliance honed..."

"I'm suddenly looking forward to it..."

The Dragon Ancestor sighed softly, "When this sword formation reaches its end, will it even be able to take half of Pangu's life?"

"If there's no way to deal with Pangu..."

"To cripple the Heavenly Dao... I don't think it's entirely unacceptable..."

"It's a pity I probably won't live to see that battlefield..."

In a soft murmur, the voice of the First Emperor gradually faded.

Finally, his life force dissipated!

In the final moments before his death, a slight smile played on his lips as he used his last ounce of strength to convey his final thought.

He had performed the most thorough blood sacrifice, thus establishing a shallow causal connection with this sword formation, and expressed his simple wish for it to hear.

These are his last words; they can't bind anyone.

but……

His death was not in vain.

The array trembled, as if it possessed its own will, either bidding him farewell or ensuring something.

and!

next moment!

A beam of light flashed!

An unparalleled hero, using heaven and earth as a bow, time as a string, and Buzhou Mountain as a target, shot an arrow that shook the era!

This arrow struck the sword formation that stretched across the heavens in the darkness, causing this sword formation, which had drunk the blood of the Dragon Ancestor, to move completely!

The array diagrams rise and fall, manifesting themselves on the long river of time.

The four killing swords are unparalleled throughout history and the future.

They are too powerful, too terrifying.

As soon as the sword formation descended, it pierced through the ages, enveloping the entire era of the Lich King within its array!

Its birth and its dominance were inevitable and unstoppable.

Because the will of Heaven has locked in the general trend, and anything that is not well-planned will inevitably be broken!

And the Dragon Ancestor sacrificed everything he had... Before his death, he even tried to trip up Hongjun, completely entangled the Dao Ancestor's power, and locked onto his target!

"Is the time... right?"

The Immortal Slayer Sword trembled, conveying a vast and merciless will.

"arrive!"

The Immortal-Slaying Sword roams freely, its dark red blade bearing countless weathered marks, bearing witness to the despair and sorrow of countless lives fading away in the flames of war.

"The past is the future, and the present is the past!"

"The die is cast; the so-called sequence of events is merely a minor detail!"

The general trend cannot be changed, but the minor trends... can be adjusted.

"We will eventually fight and avenge the deaths of our people!"

The Immortal-Trapping Sword cried out, "Who is kind to the common people? Who is heartless towards them? Who reached out and helped them when they were in despair?"

"That's already a widely accepted fact!"

"The one wielding the sword knows best where its blade is pointed!"

"So... let's go!"

The Zhuxian Sword is the most steadfast: "Go and slay the Heavenly Dao!"

The four killing swords are of one mind, their intent unified, their target locked and unambiguous.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Zhuxian Sword Formation Diagram stirred, and a demonic figure gradually rose from it—it was none other than the Demon Ancestor Rahu.

He stood with his hands on his hips, head held high, looking very energetic.

It seems that for him, being able to see his old rival, who used to be so arrogant, get killed was a great pleasure in his life.

Also.

We are all "ancestors," just divided into the Dao and the Demonic... Why is Hongjun high above, while I, Luo Hou, was cast into the abyss and almost sentenced to an immeasurable eon?!

Did Hongjun not rebel back then?

Aren't we all just tools in the same boat?

Is it because one is an intelligent system and the other is a trash can that they are being treated differently?!

Chilling!

When will the trash cans be made to stand up?

"My lords!"

"Come with me!"

"Slay the Heavenly Dao!"

"Slay Hongjun!"

Rahu, the Demon Ancestor, raised his arm and waved it.

"boom!"

The river of time has collapsed!

At this moment, the past, present, and future move together, and boundless sword energy rises from the downstream of time and the end of the era, flowing upstream and filling the ages and the myriad heavens!

……

"The air of freedom smells so sweet."

Hongjun walked through the mountains and rivers, disrupting the eras of time with each step, displaying his supreme power.

At this moment, he is invincible.

"With my strength, even if Pangu doesn't appear, who... can't I kill?"

He assessed himself with great confidence, "Shouldn't I teach that little brat Nuwa a lesson now, take away her share of time, and bring her trajectory to a halt?"

"Although, with my combat strength, I could easily sweep through everything... it's always good to play it safe."

As soon as he thought this, his body immediately began to act accordingly.

After all!

Spiritual practice, besides exploration and the pursuit of knowledge, without showing off... always feels like something's missing.

Just as wealth and honor are not returned to one's hometown, or fine clothes are worn at night!

A brand new challenge was presented, and Hongjun stepped into a hazy, dusty world.

But this time, things are very different from before!

"Hmm? Humanitarianism isn't even setting up battlefields anymore? Is it because I'm too strong? Have I exceeded some kind of limit? Setting up battlefields would just result in being crushed anyway, so it's pointless?"

Hongjun sensed a subtle and mysterious atmosphere.

"That doesn't make sense..."

"If I'm just stomping noobs, I don't really need to consider the battlefield..."

He felt uneasy.

At the same time.

Nuwa, who seemed to have been sitting cross-legged under the willow tree for countless years, suddenly stood up, her fists clenched.

"Hongjun?"

"You're asking for it!"

She strode quickly, following some kind of premonition, to the designated place.

however……

Moments after she left, another figure strolled over.

It hid its head and tail, shrouded in ancient and chaotic aura, making its true appearance impossible to discern, thus appearing incredibly mysterious.

He walked slowly, stood under the willow tree, looked it up and down, and suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"I feel sorry for her..."

"You came up with such an idea."

"graft?"

"Then... I'll switch it out with a different one."

He lowered his hand, and an ancient mirror floated in the air, reflecting the willow tree.

And so, reality and illusion, truth and falsehood... everything became a dream!

(End of this chapter)